The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 125 Sean glanced at Willow when he heard those words.

Willow was a little embarrassed and lowered her head.

After all, this matter was indeed one she had told Fion about. It seemed like she had quite a loose tongue. “I‘m asking you a question. Why are you looking at Willow?

“Do you really have six million?” Fion frowned slightly and asked again in an unkind tone.

“Yes.”

Sean nodded gently.

Fion was taken aback when she heard that. She had not been expecting Sean to actually answer yes.

“Where is it? Take the money out and let me have a look.”

Fion still did not believe that Sean, a cripple, had six million.

She thought he would never be able to earn six million in his entire lifetime.

“Mom, I‘ve seen the text message about a transaction of six million being transferred to Sean’s card.

“Why don‘t you believe me? Besides, Sean owns the money, so there’s no need to show it to us, right?”

Willow frowned and stopped her mom with a soft tone.

“Hmph!

“I didn‘t ask you to speak! Shut up.”

Fion snorted coldly and stretched out her palm to Sean. She said, “Take the money out.”

She had a tough attitude as if she was giving him an order.

However, even in the face of Fion‘s attitude, Sean merely glanced at her and moved his wheelchair straight toward his room.

He ignored Fion as if he was disdainful of talking to her. “Willow, look at him! Look at the attitude he has! “Well, this is still our home!

our house, yet he doesn’t know how to

that beggars

and vented her

you keep saying things like that?” Willow frowned and lowered her voice, fearing that Sean would

“What? Am I wrong?

my home who never contributes to the

words were

he’s a human! A living, breathing

him makes him

our house and willfully refuses

at the time he was very prestigious, so grandpa thought he would

sneered when Willow said

capable, but

look at the present! No matter what his identity used to be, he’s just a cripple now. A cripple with no

the sofa cushions as she spoke coldly, her arms still folded in front

others for help when they’re in a successful season of

around and kick them while they’re already down

“We…”

slap on the table

tell me that! This is a society that despises the poor

nothing, absolutely nothing,

him about money,

him about his connections, he

you’re bullied, how can he defend your

your entire life. As long

keep telling me how great he is, I’ll still shame

at peace with each other,” Fion sat up straight and said in

at each other for nearly half a minute. She knew very well how stubborn Fion

I

about those things after he recovers and regains the ability to take care

have to drive him away

give him some time. Can’t you

was a trace of desperate pleading

“Of course not!